
Yesterday I saw this movie. I might say that I arrived into the cinema about five minutes late, so I didn't expect to find out (half an hour later) that the movie was from Québec rather than France. What I loved the most is this thing that the director made with the suburbs making them appear not only as regular, but adding the touch of the english massive constructions and the european sense of humour. Through it's pop evolution, it's just fine, the long black hair remembering the early Bowie at 1967 and some years later a mix between Jackie Chan and Aladdin Sane recovers the art of crossovers. The point of view, though simple, works. Sixties as an early childhood, Pink Floyd whereas uncertainty. The character goes through pop stream and later the punk will do the trick and the most fascinating thing about this facet is that the punk and the visionary are not the same, but quite similar. . . A huge Ian Curtis hanging in the girlsfriend room glimpses the times that are to be and the revelations he will find crossing the ocean. I didn't liked the ending that much but the movie is enjoyable. -8- It is not a V. G. but It's a good time for the kids.
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